Lent: Day Twenty

I looked for God, and found Him in our death
When we at last give up our fragile ghost
And breathe our last, forsaking now that breath
Which God first breathed, that we may never boast.
For we are mortal, falling back to dust
From which we came, that dry and filthy stuff.
But You are with us, Lord, Thou good and just;
O, You alone are more than good enough.
Now half of Lent is gone, and Easter nears;
Come save us, Lord, for we are lost in sin,
And sin brings us to death, and many tears;
But You, O Lord, are life to us within.
In life, in death, O Lord, be Thou my stay,
And when I die, come light me on my way.